Marvel : I'm in Westview Town-Chapter 182 : Everything Collapses! !

Everything around was collapsing, and the air had become unbearably hot, as though reality itself was moments away from shattering under the weight of the raw, overwhelming energy. The environment churned in chaos, the very fabric of space trembling like the prologue to an apocalypse.

The merciless sea boiled in fury, waves erupting into the sky like celestial tsunamis. The ground convulsed beneath them, mimicking seismic tremors, while chunks of earth rose skyward under the relentless assault of colliding forces, as if propelled by cosmic shockwaves.

Gravel scattered as if torn from gravity itself, spinning into the sky like meteor fragments. No silence remained—only the roar of a world being ripped apart.

The trees bent violently, groaning under the storm of energy before being instantly obliterated. They were reduced to dust and debris within a heartbeat, no trace of their former majesty left behind.

"Want to sneak up on me with that childish attack?"

Finn, eyes shimmering with a sorrow-laced fury, shook his head. "I thought too highly of you. Now, go to hell."

As the words left his lips, his body became engulfed in an aura of invincible sword energy. This was the might of the Sword of the Vishanti—an artifact bestowed by the cosmic trio known for their omnipotent magical power. With the weapon in his grasp, Finn launched himself toward his enemy, his posture flawless, his form radiating the presence of a divine swordmaster.

"Ahem... You want me dead? Your arrogance will be your undoing!"

The demon leader, though wracked with pain, refused to surrender. Surrendering meant annihilation for the entire demon faction, and as their leader, he couldn't let that happen.

He roared, and in a pulse of dark magic, his form twisted and shifted. Horns curled viciously from his skull, and his flesh shimmered with a black-gold sheen. He had become more than a monster—this was his true demonic form, a beast forged in the depths of the Hell Realms, reminiscent of the corrupted entities Mephisto himself might command.

"Still confident in your strength?"

Finn smiled, a grim expression. "Then you're more deluded than I thought."

He rushed forward again, channeling energy that sent gentle ripples across reality—barely visible, but enough to send quakes through the very earth. The mountains groaned, some trembling as if resisting the pull of another dimension.

Then came the impact. An instant clash of powers so titanic that the sky lit up like the surface of a star. Energy rippled outwards in concentric waves, crashing into the stratosphere. Cloud banks rolled and twisted, clearing in all directions as if afraid to be near such power.

Zizizizi!!!

From deep space, lightning cracked and roared. Thunderstorms formed without warning, as celestial pressure overloaded the atmosphere. Blue, violet, and crimson bolts surged down like vengeful spirits.

"You think this will stop me? Not a chance!"

Finn's roar split the heavens, and his power surged once more, as the sword energy around him became almost blinding. Thunder dragons danced in the sky, roaring with divine rage, and the ground below quaked under the weight of his unleashed might. Anyone caught within even the outermost blast radius would be crushed.

"Come on, let's see who dies first today!!"

The demon leader lunged forward, no longer concerned with preservation. His body was cracked and bleeding, but his will surged like a storm. He welcomed the destruction—if he was to die, then the heavens would bleed with him.

In the next instant—

Their energies collided in full. All barriers of restraint shattered. The sky split open as if cleaved by a god. Massive shockwaves of raw force expanded outward, devouring light, sound, and substance alike. The entire battleground trembled like a dying star.

BOOM!!

The detonation echoed across realms. The surrounding space bent and cracked, light fracturing in jagged streams. Smoke poured from every direction, and the aftermath left no clarity—just a burning haze.

The residual force was relentless, spreading in every direction like an endless wildfire. Ground, buildings, the sea—all vaporized. Everything was reduced to foam and ash.

The heavens twisted, reality groaning as it tried to recover. The sky's distortion intensified. Space expanded, then shrank, then bent again—over and over, as though time and gravity were themselves unsure.

Through it all, Finn stood undeterred. The slashing intent of his blade only grew, silver brilliance flashing like beacons of death. He swung again, and this time—

The demon leader took the full force of the blow.

A silver arc of energy tore across the battlefield, slamming into the demon's chest. The impact threw him downward like a meteor, his body smashing into the ground with such force it caved in a crater a hundred meters deep.

BOOM!!

"...Cough... Cough cough..."

Blood poured from his mouth, thick with pieces of his ruptured organs. Each breath was agony. His vision swam. Yet still, he clenched his fists and glared toward the sky. Where others would have died, he held on.

Even so, the tide had turned.

He could not withstand another strike like that. His strength was fading, ebbing away with every second.

"Hahaha..."

A broken, hollow laugh escaped his lips. He lifted his head to the sky, eyes wild, filled with the madness of hopelessness.

"If we're all fated to die... Then let me show you the final wrath of the demon realm!!"

His irises burned red. The last vestiges of reason disappeared. He became unhinged.

"Demonic Wrath—Destruction!!!"

BZZZZZZZ!!

Ripples of ominous energy pulsed from his body. The ground beneath him turned to molten black stone. In seconds, orbs of pure black energy formed around him, floating into the sky like death's own satellites.

They spun, each of them radiating heat so intense that nearby air combusted into flame. They resembled unstable black holes, twisting gravity and matter with every movement. They carried the same destruction that had once been sealed in the Dark Dimension.

These were weapons of apocalypse.

One after another, the orbs multiplied, suspended in the void, like meteorites ready to fall. Even the earth darkened under their influence. The air became heavy with decay. Every breath was laced with the scent of death.

Even the cosmic realms—places like the Darkforce Dimension or Mephisto's own hellscape—would be shaken by such energy.

Most chilling of all, reality itself began to break at the seams. Colors dulled, then inverted. Sound warped. The very concept of existence trembled as the black aura consumed everything.

Finn, staring upward, tightened his grip on the Sword of the Vishanti. His jaw clenched.

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